Robert L. Peters

12 April 2015

Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down. You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion.

― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values

10 April 2015

It’s the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top.

― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values

9 April 2015

For every fact there is an infinity of hypotheses.

― Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values

8 April 2015

We live in stories…

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Winnipeg, Canada

We live in stories… is Ev’s latest piece. It incorporates impressions of wood letterpress type from my collection. As of yesterday this sculptural piece is on exhibit at the Pulse Gallery (The Forks, Winnipeg). This hand-built kiln-fired clay figure is partially glazed, along with oxide stains and cold finishes, on a stained wooden base (old-growth fir).

7 April 2015

Journalism is printing what someone else does not want printed. Everything else is public relations.

— George Orwell (1903-1950)

6 April 2015

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

— Kahlil Gibran (1183-1931)

5 April 2015

Schrödinger’s cat walks into a bar. And doesn’t.

Happy Easter.

4 April 2015

Pavlov is sitting in a bar, enjoying a pint. The phone rings, and he jumps up shouting “Oh Shit! I forgot to feed the dog!”

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3 April 2015

Jean-Paul Sartre is sitting at a French café, revisiting his draft of Being and Nothingness. He says to the waitress, “I’d like a cup of coffee, please, with no cream.” The waitress replies, “I’m sorry, Monsieur, but we’re out of cream. How about with no milk?”

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2 April 2015

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.

— Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (1922-2007)

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